Page 68 of The Right Garza

Too much.Too much.

I start to look away but am stopped by a sudden feeling in my chest. A feeling that’s both warm and chilly, spreading through me from head to toe. It’s so sudden and unexpected. Like an implosion. Like a seismic shift in the earth.

I grip his biceps, and I must look terrified because he stops and frowns down at me, concern etched in every crease. “What happened? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I-I…” I stammer out, so confused. “Did you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

I wait for a couple beats. This is California, it had to have been an earthquake. Otherwise…I don’t know what the hell that was.

“Feel what, Lexi?” Trent prompts when I don’t respond. “What happened?”

“Didn’t you feel it?” I ask him, hoping I don’t sound crazy. “Like—like a small earthquake, I think.”

He makes a slight shake of his head, his dark eyes narrowing.

The aftershocks still linger, in my chest mostly, but all over. My fingers and toes are both hot and cold. My head feels light, like a floating balloon. And as I gaze up at him, I know it’s no fucking seismic shift.

It’s something.

I don’t what.

But I also don’t care. Because I don’t believe in nonsense like this. In “electric sparks” and “fireworks” and “soul mates.”

So I turn my head and close my eyes, shutting it all out.

“Lexi…”

“Fuck me.”

There’s a long pause, but then, he does as I demand. He presses his palms to my pelvis to keep me in place and fucks me so I feel every inch of him.

Hard, deep, merciless.

I whisper his name like it’s a prayer as he hits home over and over, stirring me up all over again. I’m so wet, so hot, so greedy, needing more and more and more andmore.

Shifting from off his knees to hover above me, he hooks one of my legs in the crook of his muscled arm until it’s almost to my chest, and then he drives into me.

He’s ferocious now. Mad and wild. Holding nothing back. Giving me everything.

It’s too much. More than I should be able to take. But my body loves it, because before I know it, I’m surfing the roaring waves of another orgasm, jerking my head forward to sink my teeth into his shoulder.

“Fuck, Lexi,fuck,” he groans into my neck. “Wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long. You’re—fuck.” He thrusts harder, faster. “So sweet. So fucking sweet. Shit, baby, I can’t—”

A feral growl rips from his throat he as plunges deep into me and stills, his cock pulsing inside me, his face buried in my skin.

And…I don’t know what it is, but I’m so abruptly overcome with emotions that my eyes brim with tears.

Lifting my watery eyes to the ceiling, I try my hardest not to blink. Willing the tears to dry up, to go the hell away. What am I even crying about? Who cries after sex? What is this, prom night?

Luckily, Trent takes a good deal of time to recover from his violent orgasm. By the time he pushes up on his elbows to gaze down at me, I’ve managed to wrestle the inexplicable tears into remission.

His lips kick up in a slanted smile right before he begins kissing me all over my face, nosing me like a puppy. “Hmm, that was a nice warm up.”

My eyebrows shot up at this. “Warm up? Are you serious?”

He kisses one corner of my mouth, and then the other. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, Hellcat. We aren’t even fully naked yet.”